Cleaning Day at the Parlor

I stepped into the parlor and set my bag down on the office chair and walked across the floor. It seemed like forever since we were in the parlor. I really didn't expect anyone to be there, we had just gotten home and I just wanted to come in and dust and make coffee and air the place out and get ready for the summer's adventures. And for the greater part of the evening, I did just that. I turned on the TV and put it on VNN and fluffed pillows and couch blankets, all made by our Minnie Mouse and picked the dried leaves off the huge Boston ferns and watered them and straightened our coffee table books and stacked the old newspapers by the fire place in the basket there.

I opened the fridge door and regretted it. It was full of left overs now taking on a slightly mossy appearance but since I had, I grabbed the trash can and began to simply toss things. We would have to go to the store and stock up before the regular meeting. We needed everything. Then I wiped the fridge down and closed it and tied up the garbage bag for one of the guys to carry on out to the dumpster.

We had planned to go to Fangtasia and help get the front repainted. Some bigots had painted nasty stuff on the front of Fangtasia and we had planned to paint over it, but then everyone got sick and we got side tracked and it was never done. So, Eric asked us to paint it over and afterwards we would have our meeting and then go to the bar and party hearty. I was all for it. I was ready to have a great time before the summer's adventures. We knew it was going to be exciting from the first second to the last...

Barrister and I knew for sure the witches had arrived. We went to Shreveport to drop things off and we saw a sign for that Witch Shoppe, the one owned by Marnie Stonebrook. We looked at one another and though we ached to say something later that evening when we met Eric at Deux Poisson we decided not to, we could not interfere with the coming adventure. That was a whole other world we had no influence in. But knowing what I knew about Eric's susceptibility to magik, it was a hard thing.

I was sitting at the computer, working on some stuff when Bill came in. He leaned down and kissed me and sat on the edge of the desk. "How are you sweetheart, have you been able to rest?"
"I am fine, Bill," I said. "How are you?"
"I'm fine," he said. "Have you been cleaning?"
"Spritzing and cleaning out the fridge. I am sorry I don't have any Tru:Blood to offer you, I had to throw out the ones that were in the fridge, they were gone over," I said.
"That's fine," he said. "Have you heard from Eric?"
"No, I imagine he is reconnecting with sister wives," I said, smiling a bit ruefully.
"He does have his hands full," said Bill.
"Way full," I said. "He needs a twin brother, take up the slack."
"Could you imagine two...of him?" said Bill.
"No," I said incredulously. "One is enough in the world."
"I concur," said Bill. "Would you like to go somewhere with me?"
"Where?" I asked.
"Anywhere you like," he said.
"Are you asking me out?" I said.
"Yes," he said. "We can go and have supper at the Cajun Kitchen and then somewhere quiet..."
"Sure," I said.

I shut down the computer and stood up. I shoved the chair under the desk and turned out the desk lamp. I turned off the TV and looked around. The parlor was ready for Truebies and discussions and speculations about this summer's adventures and the adventure to come after that? Well that was something else all together. I went to Bill and took his hand we headed out, shutting the door on the parlor.

See you all on Wednesday...